What happens when you keep secrets? You keep one person happy, but at what cost? Sometimes is it better tell the secret? The drama never stops in real life, at least not mine. One thing after the next, until it breaks you, yet it still doesn't yield. How does love turn so quickly to hate? I love you, we're sisters, we told each other secerts. Yet some how you say that you hate me. How? Half-sisters, yet sisters all the same. I miss you, and I wish you missed me too.